Cracking my heart like a wall
…
I feel lost when I can’t wield my pen;
My heart traces each footprint of words
Every time my sojourn brings me here
I live where Life is neither friend nor foe;
On my rubble the rain comes and beats me
Then the Sun passes and burns me
Fragile thoughts sparse my dusty mind
As time ticks on – seconds, minutes and hours –
My head always south and west of the sun
My head is burdened, I bear heavy duties
My thoughts dribble through – like fine sand –
In the yellow wood, searching for survival
…
I am at home here where one language is spoken
The language of meters, verses and stanzas.
Written by: Bada Yusuf Amoo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
